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Once in a while when Berl came home from the synagogue, he brought news to his wife. Berlcha listened and shook her head. Her face was yellowish and wrinkled like a cabbage leaf. She was half deaf. Berl had to repeat each word he said to her.
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Berl and Berlcha also received such photographs. But their eyes were failing and neither he nor she had glasses. They could barely make out the pictures. Samuel had sons and daughters and grandchildren. Their names were so strange that Berl and Berlcha could never remember them. But what difference do names make?
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The nobleman looked around and said to the coachman in Yiddish*[ * Yiddish is a language closely related to German used by the Jews of Eastern Europe.], 'Here it is.' He took out a silver rouble and paid him. Then he said, 'You can go now.'
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